The Kiwi has Landed and so has a new Moggie

The roof on The Coupe, the most beautiful little apartment being built for The Matriarchs retirement that will be a guest house until she gets old,  (which is not yet) has finally been finished, every gutter, every cap, every little bit of every little everything  is finally on. Rooves are like jigsaws every piece must fit perfectly.  And as per usual every time they started to finish, it was discovered that another little piece was missing. 

So it was time to hang  the final touch. The Kiwi Weather Vane that Senior Son Sam gave me for my birthday last year.

Isn’t that just perfect. Better than a flag don’t you think?

The painter has a few days to go yet, and then he will hand over to the interior trim and woodwork men. Though this will take a while yet. Everything is being made by a local wood artist.  He does not think of himself as an artist, but he is. At the moment we are working on the screen doors and the trim. But this kind of work cannot be hurried.

Hand made is old fashioned and the work proceeds at a gentle organic pace. Also he is fitting us in and around his other work. Soon I will finish the design for the floor to ceiling stand alone shelves and the kitchenette and over the course of the next few months my cabinet maker will make and fit these.

While I was busy with the builders yesterday one of the little piggies escaped. But all he did was hang out close to Mum, just on the wrong side of the fence.  They are getting quite friendly now so he was not hard to pop back in. Charlotte is much more relaxed about squealing piggies now.

Talking of naughty, now that Tui has been relieved of her eggs she is back to her cat food stealing antics. Each morning she is on the table on the verandah.

And we received a surprise yesterday. A friend had found a stray cat in her yard and one of her dogs kills cats on sight, so she rescued it, I collected it and we will see if he wants to settle into our barn. I am feeding him right up in the mezzanine  of the barn in the dark. Where he will get used to the smells and sounds of his new environment as he works out how to get down.

So we will have to wait until he comes out into the light before  we get a good shot. That is if Scrapper does not cause a scene. He is a lovely Ginger Tom. We will see how he goes before naming him but I have a feeling he might need some kind of super-natural name, his eyes are quite extraordinary don’t you think? It is not unusual to find quite friendly abandoned cats during the summer vacation period. This one looks to be about 6 or 7 months old. A classic Christmas kitten.

Sheila is never alone. I had to separate her from the sheep as she has taken to growling at Hairy MacLairy the ram and head butting with him. So TonTon has taken over as her companion. When I lose Ton he is usually hanging out with Sheila. He just lies next to her and watches.

Good morning. Because yesterday got so busy with roofers, builders, painters, 100F (38C) with 96% humidity, (we are already at 94% and it is 5.30 am) panting cows, and stressed pigs (lots of water and fans) and then driving out to collect the  rescue cat I did not get to the bees. So they have gone to the top of the list for today.

Have a lovely day. Stay cool or warm as the case may be.

your friend, celi